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[whathawksdo]

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voice;

[belegurth]

Marian. This is Manfrea, we had spoken at the convention. I was hoping we could practice our magic if you were available at some time to do so.

voice;

[whathawksdo]

[ excuse the long wait while she figures out how to return messages. ]

Manfrea? Hello again! I can't say I have much else to do right now, so any time that works well for you should work well for me.

text;

[sassguard]

[ It's always awkward texting someone he doesn't know very well, particularly when you had to dig around for their number, but Kaidan's mentioned her enough, so-- ]

This is Shepard. If you've got some free time tomorrow night, you're welcome to drop by [address] for Kaidan's birthday party.

text;

[whathawksdo]

[ Kaidan's birthday party? Birthday party. Birth day party. ]

Just to be clear. Birthday. That's the same thing as a name-day?

Voice

[hunterrabbit]

Hey Hawke...

I know this is sudden [it came out of left field for her too, believe her], but I'm gonna be moving out soon. A friend of mine offered, and...I think it'd be good if I was there with him.

[It'd be easier too- not worrying about keeping food or eating in front of people...or having to pretend to eat normal food. But that aside-] I'll miss having you around the house though.

[whathawksdo]

[ Oh, that is sudden.

Maybe she should answer this message when she isn't leaving the scene of a-- well, not a crime, at least not her crime, but hey, she's already on her way out of there! ]

Do I still get to visit Bitey the kitten?

[ You're not rid of her yet, kiddo. Also try to ignore the fire engine sirens in the background, even though they sound awfully close. ]

text

[stealwithit]

Hawke.

Shopping.

S h o p p i n g.

Re: text

[whathawksdo]

Sorry?
I don't think I understood that the first two times.

text - it is happening

[infomodder]

We know you love dogs. You know who else loves their dogs? The presidents! President Franklin Roosevelt sent a destroyer to the Aleutian Islands just to recover his dog Fala, who had been left behind.

[infomodder]

The presidents weren't the only ones who loved their dogs. History has many examples of leaders of all kinds having great affection for the dogs they chose as companions. And then there's Kubla Khan, who owned 5,000 Mastiffs he used for hunting and war. Just imagine how hectic bath night would be!

text 1/2

[stealwithit]

“'Put the chicken in the fridge.' This is not a sentence I had ever expected to hear from Christian, and only he can make it sound hot, really hot.”

[stealwithit]

remind me to use this line sometime because it apparently works

pretend I did this like a week ago

[animated]

hey hawke

kind of a weird question but you haven't heard from kasumi recently have you?

[whathawksdo]

Define recently.

action; day after gassing!

[sassguard]

[ Somehow, he's found out where she lives. Despite the protests of his aching body attempting to convince him that he'd really rather stay in bed for a day or two, he's peeled himself up, pulled on clothes that make him look halfway like he made an effort, and is now knocking briskly on her door. ]

Hawke, are you in here?

[whathawksdo]

[ Because it isn't as though she'd like to drink and sleep the day away, so immediately after the horror that the swear-in was. Noooo, people need to come and bother her. Without warning, at that, which is going to be a problem. With warning, she could at least try and be sober, although that hadn't much mattered with Kasumi or Dorian, but, really, there are two kinds of people...

Hawke's not actually sure which category Shepard falls into.

Maybe she should just be thankful Kaidan isn't tagging along.

In any case, it still takes about five minutes before the door even opens a crack, only enough so she can give him a baleful look without revealing that she's a bit of a mess. ]

Yes? [ And then after a considerable pause. ] What? What is it now?

text

[fastballspeciaaaaal]

who do you think would win in a fight

a wolf or like a butt tonne of tiny hermit crabs?

[This text totally went to Trickster...right?]

text

[whathawksdo]

[ Hawke isn't sure who this is, but... ]

well.
how big is the wolf?

[ She ain't even going to question why she's being asked this. ]

text; misfire

[wasnever]

[Soooo Hawke gets a picture message containing a drawing of a pair of boobs...with cookies over the nipples and stuffed between the breasts.]

text; misfire

[whathawksdo]

Is this art or a suggestion?
Because I feel like I should hope that it's actually neither.

text (misfired)

[kanadian]

Or we could give her to someone for the night, and have dinner just the two of us...

text (misfired)

[whathawksdo]

[ What. ]

While that's a very sweet offer, I'm not sure how Shepard would feel about that.

text; misfire

[selfpraise]

[Hawke gets the dick pic as described here.]

Do you think this is a bizarre attempt at attracting someone?

text; misfire

[whathawksdo]

[ Hello. ]

Perhaps if you were a bird.
Please tell me that isn't yours.

misfire; picture/text

[rassera]

[Here Hawke, take this selfie of Kaneda on his bed, giving a wink and a fingergun.]

#kasumi #married #missyou

misfire; text

[whathawksdo]

[ Ohhh boy. By now, even Hawke's beginning to figure the comms are messed up, buuut this one.

She's going to have fun with this one. Sorry, Canada, sorry. ]

Why yes!
Kasumi is married.
Is this particular message meant to let me know you approve of my wife or should I be upset?

misfired pic;

[sassguard]

[ Right in Hawke's inbox drops another one of the many shirtless pictures Shepard has misfired today, though this one also features Shepard's wry grin and carrying Mako in one arm. ]

Someone wanted to take a shower too, but I didn't think you'd appreciate water on the floor.

[whathawksdo]

[ Oh. ]

Well. Someone looks very good with only a dog on.

audio;

[illuminescent]

[Ring, ring, ring]

audio;

[whathawksdo]

[ Give her a second, just a second!

She'll answer by the fifth ring, at least. ]

Yes, yes, I'm here. Hello?

[ Hawke answers, sounding a little breathless. ]

text; 10/09

[stealwithit]

[ since she doesn't trust herself to do a voice message at the moment... ]

Hey Hawke. I'm just letting you know- Shep's gone. Ported out.

[whathawksdo]

[ Uh oh. ]

What?
For good?

[illuminescent]

[It's very late in the afternoon when Lucy rolls up to Hawke's place, and she's sitting on the stoop when Hawke shows up from doing whatever it is badass warrior ladies do during the day.

Are you sorry you impressed the tiniest queen yet, because you might be soon, Hawke.

But here's what's not usual: she's not surrounded by her typical halo of light, and her hair isn't in it's usual pile of precise braids, pinned up; it's down around her shoulders.

She's also missing a tall and masculine shadow.]

[whathawksdo]

[ Oddly enough, what it is that badass warrior -- or, in this case, mage -- ladies do is, well, their day job. When she returns, it'll be dressed as casually as ever, though fairly covered in fur, dog drool, and...

Dealing with a lot of dogs all day does leave a bit of a smell, but Hawke never minds.

Of course, Hawke also typically gets a chance to make sure she smells less like a wet dog before having to deal with royalty. Not today, it would seem, as she pauses on the sidewalk to raise an eyebrow at Lucy, then deviates from course to simply cross the lawn and reach the steps all the quicker without needing to hurry up the pace. Hands still in jean pockets, she comes to a stop before the little queen. ]

No leatherbound tree looming about today? [ She asks with a small, curious tilt of her head. ] Or should I check the bushes for him?

text; backdated to october 30-ish

[sassguard]

Hey, I'm back.

Thanks for helping take care of Mako while I was out. And Kaidan, too. I owe you one.

[whathawksdo]

Finally!
Everyone was going batty with you gone.
Dogs whining at new, never heard before pitches.
Kaidan eating every pancake in Maurtia Falls.
Total chaos!

[ How's that for a "welcome back"? ]

( audio | 17.11 )

[desequilibre]

[ A few days after this thread Hawke will get a call from one of her favourite mountain men. ]

That is not a dog, that is an abomination. [ It's going to grow to the size of a pony, he's sure of it. ]

[whathawksdo]

[ What, not even a hi, just straight on into accusations? ]

Don't be rude. I'll have you know our dogs are entirely demon-free.

[ Yes, she knows she's misunderstanding him on purpose, but that's what he gets for using that word. ]

12/24

[stealwithit]

[ At any point on Christmas Eve, Hawke might find a mysterious stack of presents in her living room, wrapped in red paper.

Whenever she decides to open the gifts, she will find:

• In a box: wine glasses, at long last. And in red, so that it always looks like Hawke is drinking the blood of her enemies.
  
• In a tall bag: a bottle of wine to go with it.
  
• The last present is wrapped quite carefully, and there are multiple layers of wrapping tissue beneath the outer wrapping. Beneath it all is a small-sized painting-slash-portrait of Hawke's dog.

There is a note attached to the painting: "I'll be really shocked if you set this one on fire. Happy Holidays!"

It is, of course, unsigned, although she hasn't made much of an effort to be vague... ]

a text sometime later that day;

[whathawksdo]

I don't suppose someone is going to actually tell me why people are giving me gifts?
Not that I'm opposed.
I very much like the painting.

[ Figuring out who sent this batch, yeah, that was pretty obvious. ]

Voice just after the announcement

[glitchinthesystem]

[ He needs to double check. After the whole Pan is an ass thing he needed to make sure Hawke didn't get herself kidnapped AGAIN.

Plus, you know, he cares about her or something. So he's trying not to panic and failing as he starts speaking ]

Hawke? You saw that shit right? You're not one of the kidnapees, right?

You better not, cause I'll fucking kick you with my short legs!

[whathawksdo]

Yes, I saw that. I don't want to believe it...

[ But she obviously has to. ]

Oh, calm down. I'm fine. I'm still in boring old De Chima.

voice;

[illuminescent]

I should very much like it if you would please come and call on me, when you have the time?

[whathawksdo]

[ always a 50% chance of something being wrong when she gets messages like this, really ]

You know I'll always make time for you, Lucy. Is something amiss?

[ Aside from certain musketeers being MIA, anyway... ]

delivery! (2/14)

[glitterateur]

[On this, the most important romance-related holiday of the year, Hawke receives a card delivered by a flying pig. The pig was probably supposed to look sort of like cupid, as is appropriate for the day, but Mabel made the wings way more bat-like than cherubic. Oops!

There’s a small chocolate heart taped to the back, and a little note: Happy Valentine’s Day! Have the best day EVER!!]

Auto message on the day glitch vanishes Video

[glitchinthesystem]

[ Hey, Hawke. Do you like emotions?

Of course you don't but here it is. Glitch is on Camera and he's not looking to comfortable. ]


Hey, Hawke. Guess you probably know by now but in case you don't looks like I'm gone.

Dunno if I'm gonna be back, if i'll ever be back but hey. Guess the universe just fucking hates me.

But, yeah I'm not...I'm not gonna really sugar coat this. We both know the world's kind of shit and I'm not going back to anything better. Lying might be easier but...well...you're kind of my friend and you probably get this more than most people.

You know how you told me about your Circles? How they lock mages up for being what they are?

[ There's a small pause as he takes a breath. He's not crying. He's kept that pain down and he's going to. He only broke when he came back...never again. ]

I'm going back to something like that. Thing is...I don't know if I'm going to live through it. So, next time you see me I'm probably coming back from death if you ever see me.

[ He sighs and shakes his head. ]

Anyway, it's Glitch, signing off. [ /Click ]

[whathawksdo]

[ It's absolutely useless to call back, since the communicator won't even connect, but... ]

Glitch? Glitch, this isn't funny! [ Sorry, the number you are trying to reach has been-- ] Oh come on, you stupid thing, connect! Glitch? Kid? Shit...

[ Yeah, yeah, sorry, the number she is trying to reach has been disconnected, well say hello to getting thrown across the room, phone. ]

late; 4/23

[illuminescent]

Hawke?

[She sounds like her voice is wobbling.]

[whathawksdo]

[ Sweet Andraste, who is calling her this lat-- ]

Lucy? [ Oh no. She doesn't like the sound of that voice. ] Lucy, what's wrong?